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Flood the hole they dug for me You know I hate to be alone When I lived in Tundraland Now in a minute there is time No I'm in no hurry Tundraland Lyrics [Verse 1] When I lived in Tundraland We'd have to guess before the hand Of winter's tide, how many'd die